a human. for now.
Some dude is pulled over on the side of the road. He’s on the bridge. Maybe he wants to jump. I would watch. I wait and see. He takes out his phone. Pictures. This human saw something beautiful, stopped and took a photo. I never do that. I think of doing that and don’t. I hardly ever wonder what others think of me, except for when I think of pulling over to take a picture. They’ll think I’m stupid is what I think. But really they will think nothing at all. Even their worst thoughts of me would be forgotten once they land behind a station wagon with its turn signal on for miles. I drive past that guy and also take in the beautiful scenery he’s capturing on his phone. The sun, the water, the birds, the man waving his arms signaling for help drowning in the sea.
The Sailors sat there exhausted with their eyes closed. Dead’s eyes were also closed. Or they were open. You couldn’t tell.
“I’m not gonna make it. I know I won’t. I’m doomed. Set to expire. No more. I must end.”
The other Sailor began to open an eye then thought better of it.
“Settle down. We’re all in the same boat together. I always wanted to say that while being in a boat.”
“It’s not funny.”
“Probably out of fear.”
“Just keep your eyes closed. We’ll disappear eventually.”